Pare the bank and lift the sod Firm it on the ground To reconnect with the peat Push the spade into the black And make the first cut One of many to come The fillers arms await And barrow or... Continue Reading →
Lazy, drifting, cloud of white Blankets the sky, coats the ground. Bitter cold all around. Beautiful, treacherous, billowing danger Spills from heaven, hides the earth Shivers each frozen breath Circa 2009/10
Downy fluff, powder puff Summer's fleeting fancy Drifting slowly groundward To sleep, dream, be renewed
The scent of autumn So crisp and strong Fills my lungs with song. I want to sing and dance Where the harlequin leaf Falls and rustles at my feet.